UnTouchable, Vol 1. Dreams, Boys and Creatures of The Night

Chapter Five: Dream Lover

Ashton laid in the hot bath, bubbles forming on the surface, he'd stopped thinking about the dreams, he'd stopped thinking about Calum.
He'd stopped thinking.
Fur Imma Liebe. His mind sought to think, the German words escaped his subconscious. They rung true, the German song he'd found on the plane. Some German man sung about Alles Liebt (Everything Lives) He laughed consciously about it. Landon and Liam were far from alive. Would he even mock Liam, after all he did for him? No, Liam was different from Landon. Landon didn't have a conscious, he wasn't cursed at all. But, then again, how was having a conscious a curse at all? Granted you feel everything, and everything has a consequence. But, a concious was hardly a burden. Wait, no, Ashton...It was. You feel it all. You feel the pain, the burden. You were the one who had to leave. Harry had done something wrong and you paid the price! He thought, You are a sad sack of shit! You couldn't get out of bed this morning, you feel too sorry for yourself. Did your friends give up on you or did you give up on them? You'll never know kiddo. Maybe you should just go to the rooftop and jump off.
"You alright pet?"
Ashton jumped, pulling the wash cloth off his face. "Jesus!" he said, making a huge wave in the tub. Ashton cleaned the suds from his eyes. The voice was English - No, Liverpool...Landon. "Make a noise when you enter a room, you fuckin' creep!" Ashton said, throwing the cloth at Landon, he was shocked. Ashton placed a confused look on his face, peering at the door. He looked back at Landon, cleaning water off his leather jacket. "How did you get in anyway? Vampires can't come in unless their -"
"It's a public building, pet. I don't need an invitation."
Ashton wiped his wet face, the water trickled down the back of his hands, the water smelt like it hadn't been run in years. Stagnant and musty.
He sighed heavily and gave into Landon's strong yet soft voice. This probably wouldn't end well, it would probably end with Landon trying to wedge himself back into Ashton's life. Somehow he could, with the eyes of a diamond cut and the skin the tone of an AIDS victim. His voice cut deeper into his emotions more than anything. How did Landon do that, how could he make Ashton weak and infatuated with hate? "Hand me the towel, please." he said, pointing to the rack. Landon leant in and pulled it off. Ashton stood up and let the water run off his body. Landon caught a perv. He smiled.
"You never shaved there when we were going at it."
"Shut up." Ashton said, smiling annoyed. He wrapped the towel around his waist, stepping onto the vinyl floor. Landon followed him into the bedroom. The door was shut, and the window wide open. The vampire went toward it cautiously, hoping not to come into contact with direct sunlight, pulling the awning over and slamming it shut with the curtain wrapped around his hand. Ashton threw the towel onto the floor as he slid into his underwear, Landon caught another perv of Ashton's ass this time. He enjoyed it, and couldn't control his untimely erection. The Australian boy turned back, pulling his shirt over. "What do you want?" he asked. Landon walked around, sitting on the end of the bed.
"I heard word from this vampire around Martin Place, that there's a dream sorcerer killing people off."
"I should care?" Ashton should've. These dreams, the newspaper, the high school students found dead from exhaustion. He knew it, he knew something was happening. He just had to get the information, and here it was! "Why are you even trying to be good?"
"I can change you know." Landon said, his eyes piercing. He swallowed hard and pulled a cigarette out, lighting it wit a flick of his bic.
"Vampires don't change, maybe few, but you're not one of them. You think you can just come in here with your beautiful eyes, music video outfit and smashing information and expect me to want anything from you?"
"I'm not asking you to pump me for information." Landon replied, he was more silent than Ashton could ever be, with his arms crossed, his temper was outstanding.
"No, I don't pump you any more."
The room went silent, it was for quite some time, Landon looked directly into him, Ashton's top lip dancing as he held it back. He tried so hard not to. But, Landon beat him to it. The vampire let out a wet laugh. He held his chin. Ashton smiled and laughed from his nose. Pumping was a funny way to describe it. Landon couldn't help it. It was something he had to do. Being serious was never what Landon was, even when he and Ashton were inseparable
"That was a way to word it." Landon laughed, Aston nodded, his stomach flexing with butterflies. He sat down on the bed with the cold man.
"Sorry, that was too good not to say." he laughed. He stopped soon after as Landon let out a sigh of relief. Ashton had finally warmed up to him being there. For the most part, he wanted Him there any way.
"What are you doing in this place anyway?"
"My duty...I don't know. This destiny stuff." Ashton replied, Landon took another drag of his cigarette.
"Come stay with me in the crypt on seventh." Landon said, putting an arm around the kid, he pulled in close. Ashton started to speak before the telephone cut him off. He glanced at it, pulling it off the receiver.
"Hello?" he answered. The line was silent. It sounded like sobbing in the background. "Hello?" he asked again as the line went dead. Leaving the dial tone to be the only thing recognisable. Landon looked suspicious. Ashton turned to him, "Wrong number."
Landon leaned in, he kissed Ashton, surprised he pulled back. He licked his lips and stared at the Englishman. He couldn't believe what he'd done. Had he let Landon kiss him, or was Landon just charming and maybe a little intrusive? Ashton was warmed to the fact that Landon was his past. Emphasis on past, that was it. But he didn't want it to get any worse, as he was already rubbing the vampires leg, close to his zipper. He laid back, Landon climbing on him. Am I really doing this? He asked himself. He was, Landon had his tongue down Ashton's throat. And the kid was ready, he pulled a condom from the bedside drawer, Landon caught him while pulling back.
"I'm already dead, love." He whispered, Ashton nodded and closed the drawer, clinging to the sheets as Landon pulled the boys' trousers down. He gazed at the ceiling, feeling the vampire suckle on his member. He was in pure heaven. He didn't even have to worry about anyone walking in, not even Calum. He was at study hall by now, and wouldn't be home for hours. Letting Landon perform oral sex on him, he spread his legs and gripped at the dead man's jeans. They were tight, and had he been alive, his sperm would probably be dead. He moaned, ready for Landon's assault, he wanted to come already so he could carry on with his bath. But, this would take hours as Landon was selfish and held back his climax to save his own pleasure and to prolong Ashton's. But, even after he'd left, Ashton would probably masturbate to the thought of him being penetrated by Landon anyhow. In England, Ashton did a lot of that. He'd turn the light out, take his boxers off and sit on the bed, just staring at his penis, imaging someone was there, performing forbidden things on it. He imagined it all too well. But some nights he would use a conjuring spell and make a dram lover become reality. Usually a celebrity he admired, or a friend he wished he'd been with...i.e Niall. It didn't matter who, because after the spell wore off Ashton felt empty afterward. His ejaculate pooled on his stomach and the conjured lover would disappear. Becoming nothing but a mere shadow. He hated that, he wished the lover spoke to him. But, they didn't speak because they weren't real. They were simply the conjuration of a spell performed by one horny and lonely sophomore. He pulled Landon in closer, letting his pelvis contact his buttocks. He pushed into him more, bucking his hips. Landon followed by licking his hand and running against Ashton's entrance. Pushing his member inside the boy, the tense boy. Landon groaned, Ashton curled his toes. Letting the vampire assault him with unwanted attention in which he wanted desperately. He wanted contact, human emotion. Ashton wanted something close to him than some mystery man that didn't mean much to him. He wanted Calum. Oh, Calum. His supple firm lips, his olive skin and sharp witted attention. He wanted that boy even though he'd only known him for two days. He wanted that boy more than Landon. He would imagine Calum as a sensual lover. Kind and gentle to the touch, with every nook and cranny Calum's mouth would follow. That's what Ashton wanted. Not to have the hot breath of a man who's doesn't even breathe in the first place. That's what he wanted. And by the time he'd reach climax, Ashton let out a loud groan. Landon had followed minutes later with a manly sigh, his penis wrapped around Ashton's flesh. Panting, Ashton would slowly fall asleep, Landon on his chest. He could smell the gel. The stench of VO5 hit his nostrils harder than any demon did. But, he fell asleep, none the less.